We travelled east toward Stellenbosch. Some housing is not bad.
At least there is electricity, an opiate to the masses.
Mule, ass or donkey? Dunno.
Before we reached Stellenbosch we stopped at a winery for a tasting and a brief explanation of wine making. I have attended such explanations in Germany, Canada and South Australia yet still I know very little about wine making. Some wine is aged in wooden barrels and some in stainless steel vats. We were urged to go and have a look at the huge stainless steel vat. I turned to walk with the others and then had a moment of clear thought. What am I doing? I don't want to see any stainless steel vat. I stopped. What a rebel I am.
We bought a couple of bottles and then had a wander around the lovely gardens.
We finished up with a large lunch, sitting outdoors, delightful.
On to the university town of Stellenbosch. Nelson Mandela's last gaol before being set free is nearby. This is the town hall.
Nice parks and with many university students in the city, it had a good vibe.
Next stop was another winery and more wine tasting. We bought another bottle. Don't worry, they did not add to our baggage limit by the time we flew again.
This one had some goats, always amusing to watch.
We arrived at our destination for the evening, Hermanus. It is a lovely seaside town and very popular. I rather wish we had more time there. Our hotel was built as a TB sanatorium in about 1900 but had been modernised and added to over the years. There wasn't a lift and someone thought it was a good idea to put the two old blokes on the top floor. It had one quite grand staircase but the one to the top was modern and narrow. We paid porters a $1 each to carry our suitcases up and then down again the next morning. I was a bit annoyed as in advance of us even booking, I had emailed the tour company seeking and receiving assurance that all our accommodation would have air conditioning and this one did not and it is only the second place. As it was, it wasn't hot enough to need cooling. Our views were to the rear.
While there were great places to eat in the town, we had cautiously chosen the option to dine with a local family. We did not know what to expect. Would we be sitting at a formal heavy oak table in straight backed chairs, shirts buttoned to the neck and have to say grace before eating? No, it was a braai, barbeque to us. South Africans love their braais as much as they love their meat. They barbeque quite differently, it seems, using wood as fuel and lots of flame. We sat around outside for our entree while the meat was cooked and the bread was made. The bread did have yeast and after being cooked it felt heavy, but it wasn't. It was really quite nice. We trooped inside to the large dining tables and were served our meals, with more wine from their bar. It was a nice evening. The hosts were chatty and friendly. He can be seen in the centre of this photo with the 'can't live without her' black help cooking the bread. He was not unattractive and when I went to say thank you as he was clearing my plates away, he winked at me. Go figure. Perhaps he picked up my
lust interest vibes. They had two daughters who were absent on the night. When they first started hosting the dinners, the younger one was very much into it but the older early teen one stayed in the lounge room watching tv for the first one or two, but she did come to enjoy meeting all the people and having fun too.
We had choices the next morning. Rise at 4.30 for shark cage diving? Rise at 5.30 for whale watching out at sea? Or, be breakfasted and ready to leave at 10.00. Yes, we chose the last and had a very leisurely breakfast and then a walk.
Whale tail. The whales seemed to like this place too and were hanging around and not migrating at full steam as they are supposed to.
A red eyed pigeon.
More dassie to watch.